Dawson

Dawson apparently liked listening to Shelly that day. Little did she know she was talking to Dawson for 3 whole minutes, but Dawson was listening. . .He was listening.

I found myself.

Yep. Today was that day. Well yesterday was, but I was up so late playing Rumble Fighter with clowns that I didn't get to post. Anyway, I am a junior in college currently majoring in Biology and Health and Sciences. I planned to take that degree and with my great GPA, go to med school and become a doctor. Hah, sounds good. I realized something though. I met a millionaire yesterday, but he wasn't what most people would define as a millionaire. It turns out this guy lived in a regular average neighborhood, particularly my neighborhood and I've never known him. He also drives a 2010 Toyota, mows his own lawn, dresses just like I do, and purchases cheap products not to mention goes to the same barber shop I go to where I pay about $10 for a haircut bi-weekly. I asked him, doesn't a millionaire go around flaunting all his money? Why don't you have a house on the beach and skid off in your Ferrari? He told me that he never though of himself as a millionaire. He used excellent saving habits growing up, but most importantly he told me that he loved his job. He was a marketer for the hospital that I work at (must of been a high up marketer). He said once you're happy with your career there is no limit to the amount of money you can make. I always thought that the career you chose totally depended on how much you make once you start...


He told me how he went to college and received a bachelors in Biology just like me. He then went on to say that he went into graduate school and after 2 years the classes were a real drag to go to and he had a very strong incentive to skip class. The one day a new dean arrived in the school, entered the classroom, and basically said everyone with lower than a B average is kicked out. So he was kicked out of school. He then spent a considerable amount of time playing video games totally lost as to what he should do. He ended up working for a non-profit organization that makes envelop openers I believe. I forgot the rest of the story but someone within that organization linked him to the hospital and marketing and he ended up loving it blah blah blah.


So, with that I now can say...I don't want that fancy car, I don't want that amazing home, I don't want that private vacation spot, and I don't want to be stuck in a career where I know I'll be unhappy. It's my 3rd year in college and I believe I've come to the point where I need to be pursuing what I love to do instead of what I would love to earn. Don't get me wrong, I am a genius at Math and Science courses. It could almost be considered a gift as to how retarded I make these Indian professors look. But I'm also a genius at Dreamweaver, coding, Photoshop, image ready, graphic design etc. and it's what I absolutely love to do. When I was in high school all I took were graphic design courses but then I abandoned myself when I graduated because the money looked so great.


So today I'm changing my major. I won't make that mistake and graduate owing a school hundreds of thousands of dollars for a career that I won't be happy in.

The Good Days

Location: Seoul, Korea outside Club Phantom
Date: July 17, 2011

First time blogging o_o

Alright I'll be honest. I really didn't want to do this, but after reading blogs for so long and a little push from a certain someone I decided why not. For those that don't know me that well, all you should know is I'm black, Cuban, 21, and probably the least black out of every friend I've met in my entire life, but I digress. Oh am I supposed to write like my thoughts and junk on here? Oh alright Lehgo then.

Today was pretty unsettling. I woke up at around 10 knowing I should be in my class but not giving a hoot as usual I didn't attend. Lucky for me there was a quiz today that I missed and have to make up tomorrow fml :(. Which reminds me...I'm sitting here reading this textbook at 1am and I got a little bored so I looked at the author, researched the author, then found out the author didn't even go to college. I feel like I'm on some Kanye West shit right now. We got the dropouts keepin' kids into school! I'm studying to be a doctor, and I don't even get professional authors! Ah well, that's fine with society I suppose. Anyway work was...uh interesting you could say. I work in a hospital full of women and I'm currently the only male in my department not to mention the youngest male in the entire hospital so yes I'm a target. Hell yeah I enjoy it, fuck you mean? Anyway there is this girl named Denita. She has a man and I've never been interested in her but today we received these new uniforms and she wore the shit outta it! I mean, I'm no extreme pervert but as my friend Eli would say "The ass was fat". I later went home to play Rumble Fighter thinking about how lonely I am and how I'll probably never have a thick girl next to me in bed haha. Just kidding, it's going to happen eventually.

I wanted to finish here but....

Ok yeah fuck it, I'll finish here. I'll just write a blog about her to make her feel special or someone motivational.